Bright sword: the rise from the escrow quilt factory

Chapter 90
"No problem! Brother Chu, please!" Li Yunlong made a gesture of please.

Now that the person has come, why not invite him to see the independent group?
However, when Li Yunlong saw that Chu Yunfei was able to realize that he was the one who supported the Japanese army behind the positions, he felt a little more afraid of Chu Yunfei in his heart.

This friendly army is not an easy character to deal with.

now.

Soldiers of the Independent Regiment are training.

They had just suffered a defeat, so naturally they needed to recharge their batteries and prepare for the next battle.

Li Yunlong believed that when the monks found out the news, the morale of the independent group would be rekindled.

Looking at the soldiers who were waving big knives and practicing chopping movements in front of them, Chu Yunfei's eyes were a little moved.

This saber technique looks familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Compared with the previous ones, the one they used seems to be more flexible.

Immediately, Chu Yunfei looked at Li Yunlong curiously: "Brother Yunlong, your broadsword team seems to have some sword skills from the Northwest Army."

Li Yunlong didn't hide anything, and said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Yunfei is an expert.

That's right.

This sword technique is just my improvement based on the Broadsword Team of the Northwest 29th Army, and I added some of my own methods, but these are all trivial skills, and I am showing my shame in front of Brother Yunfei! "

"Brother Yunlong is really powerful, and he can still make his own way." Chu Yunfei said: "These soldiers' sword skills are extraordinary."

Although Chu Yunfei looked very calm on the outside, his heart was tight. He didn't expect that Li Yunlong would do this. He was really hiding it.

Martial arts moves can't be created overnight, it needs years of accumulation of experience.

As a newcomer, Chu Yunfei didn't want to lose face in front of Li Yunlong, so he looked at Sun Ming and said, "Captain Sun Ming."

Sun Ming understood immediately, stepped forward and apologized: "Sun Ming, the adjutant of the 358th regiment, made a fool of himself in front of regimental commander Li today!"

With that said, Sun Ming walked towards the training ground and stood in front of the small sandbags where the fighters practiced punching and kicking.

The soldiers who were training stopped their training, and their eyes fell on Sun Ming, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Sun Ming's face was indifferent. He took two deep breaths, then stretched out two fingers, and quickly inserted them into the sandbag.

He moved so fast that many people present did not notice Sun Ming's movements.

It wasn't until Sun Ming slowly closed his move that they noticed that there were two holes in the two sandbags in front of Sun Ming, and this guy actually pierced the sandbags with one move.

The idiots in the sandbags flowed out slowly, and the soldiers of the independent regiment whispered to each other, discussing the way Sun Ming had just done.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yunfei nodded in satisfaction. Sure enough, Sun Ming did not embarrass him!
But Li Yunlong's heart is not so happy, the monk is not here, and Zhang Dabiao and the others are following the procedure.

The independent regiment is basically in a state where no one is available. We can't bear to attack to build up morale, so we can't just forget about it.

But Li Yunlong, as an officer in the army, how could he lower himself and compete with an adjutant in martial arts?
Even if you win, people will say that you won't win by force, and it's not embarrassing enough to spread the word.

When Li Yunlong was thinking about what to do, he suddenly heard a gunshot coming from his ear.

Look at the sound.

It turned out to be an Eighth Route Army soldier, holding a gun made in Hanyang, aiming at the sandbags in front of him.

And there was already a sandbag that had been knocked out on the ground. Looking carefully, it turned out that the soldier was still hitting the hemp rope tied with the sandbag.

Li Yunlong frowned slightly, and when he saw clearly who shot, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xikui!
This guy is a famous sharpshooter in the Independence Regiment.

Unexpectedly, this kid would actually think of showing his hand in front of Chu Yunfei, he really had some guts.

Li Yunlong suddenly felt the intention of soliciting.

As the sharpshooter in the regiment, Wang Xikui naturally has some special treatment. During live ammunition training, he will shoot three more bullets than others.

Originally, Wang Xikui wanted to save the bullets for the next use, but who knew that he saw someone messing around.

In order not to embarrass the regiment, Wang Xikui was the first to bear the brunt, and he was able to hit the target accurately, so he was not humiliated by the independent regiment!

at this time.

Wang Xikui is about 100 meters away from the sandbags.

Looking at the rope at a distance of 100 meters is like looking at a strand of hair.

Chu Yunfei looked at the sandbags on the ground, frowned tightly, and looked at Wang Xikui who was holding a gun.

"boom!"

After a crisp gunshot, another sandbag fell to the ground.

Chu Yunfei's expression was a little moved, and then there was another gunshot, and three sandbags suddenly appeared on the ground.

Two of them were the ones that Sun Ming broke, because the idiot in the sandbag was exposed, causing the sandbag itself to become very light.

Now it was cold and the wind was blowing non-stop. The two sandbags were already being shaken back and forth by the wind. He didn't expect that he could still hit them with one shot.

After the three shots were fired, Wang Xikui ran towards Li Yunlong and saluted, "Report to the commander! The live ammunition training has been completed! Please give the next instruction, sir!"

As soon as Wang Xikui finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the Eighth Route Army, applauding Wang Xikui's precise marksmanship, and even applauding for earning face in front of the national army.

Li Yunlong was so happy from ear to ear, the more he looked at Wang Xikui, the more he liked him, if it wasn't for their presence, he would definitely shout out.

The expressions of Chu Yunfei and Sun Ming became a little ugly. They thought they could win back with Sun Ming, but who knew that a sharpshooter suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, Zhao Gang walked out quickly.

Chu Yunfei and the others just came here to communicate with each other, and if the relationship with them became stalemate, it would be a bit of a waste of money.

When people come to the independent group as guests, we can't take their face off.

Zhao Gang pointed to the team and said, "Then, the rope for hanging the sandbags should be stronger in the future! These are the sandbags we used for display, we can't waste them like this!"

Li Yunlong knew that Zhao Gang wanted to give Chu Yunfei a step down and save his face, so he didn't say anything right away.

Chu Yunfei came back to his senses and said: "This brother is good at marksmanship! I don't know your name? Can I have a look at your gun?"

Wang Xikui turned his head to look at Li Yunlong, and after getting Li Yunlong's approval, he handed the Hanyang made in his hand to Chu Yunfei.

Chu Yunfei played with Hanyang for a while, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The rifling inside the gun has aged, and the front sight is about to be worn out.

But even with such a seriously aging gun, the soldier beside him could still hit the target accurately.

"If people in my 358 regiment use this gun to shoot targets, what will be the results?" Chu Yunfei suddenly had doubts in his heart.

(End of this chapter)